the latchkey heart

so lifting you up to the sky launches crusades across sacred valleys with miles and miles (more than two eyes can see or understand) soldiers of fortunate eyespan of you distances in line to watch you move.

then i'll lay you down and bury my head between your legs where every home and beautiful sprang forth from.

2003-05-30 | 1:48 a.m.
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